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He hasn't really needed 'nice'.

Chuck hisses and jerks against Raleigh when his hair's pulled, twitching in a confused sort of buck. He glares up and bares his teeth.

"I'll one second you," he mutters, stretching out lengthwise on his bed while Raleigh does whatever he's looking for. Though he does and grab the lune because seriously Raleigh is taking forever.

Listen Chuckles Raleigh is totally not taking forever and even if he is its for your benefit okay sheesh.

Rude.

He swats Chuck's hip in retaliation when he's back, and he's nudging himself back between those legs, leaning down and gripping Chuck's thighs to drag him forward so that they're resting on Raleigh's bent knees.

"Gimme that," he snaps, snatching it out of Chuck's hands so that he can move on and slick him down, fingers pressing in and crooking, twisting.

It's a little unforgiving.

Yeah well he's young and impatient so.

Chuck moves with Raleigh and spreads his thighs for him, offering up an eyeroll when the lube is so gracefully yanked away from him and--

"Fuck," he hisses, body jerking and trying to twist away from those fingers. One hand goes up to grab onto the headboard to stop himself pulling away completely because he's damned if he'll cry uncle against this guy.

But. "Jesus, you that pissed I thrust in your mouth?" he groans, and it's only like ten percent pained.

"Maybe I just like seeing you squirm," Raleigh snarls, lips curving up in an angry smirk thats lacking mirth. "Makes a damn pretty picture, that's for sure."

One finger then two; working, stretching, crooking - his expression as he watches Chuck move under his hands is predatory, pleased, and hard all at once.

And ok so he's not a complete ass, he's starting to stroke Chuck with his free hand, just because.

"Fuck you," Chuck groans, digging the heels of his feet into the bed as he lifts his hips against his hand.

Yeah. Yeah the hand on his dick is helping.

The look on his face, not so much. Chuck bites out a curse and reaches up for his hair again just as a convenient handhold as he tugs him down and closer to nip at his mouth and kiss him roughly. "Dick," he groans into his mouth, rolling his hips up.

"Gonna," he snaps, but his mouth is quickly covered and the kiss is returned, his tongue eagerly tangling together with Chuck's.

It's a distracting kiss, kind of, and his lace falters but then he's sliding his fingers out and grabbing the towel, his teeth retaliating against Chuck's aggression by nipping when he can.

It's a quick thing to fumble with the stupid rubber and slick himself down and position, and he's admittedly slower and a little more gentle than he was with his hands because tbh he's not confident Chuck has done this before.

So when he slides home, it's slow and easy, watching Chuck's face for cues.

He was sorta counting on the kiss distracting him from the unforgiving pace--he'd never ask for less, never admit he couldn't take something, but it did sorta make him wonder if Raleigh was gonna be the one regretting anything the next day.

Chuck sucks lazily on his tongue before he pulls away to get the condom on, distracting himself with any unsure feelings by eyeing Raleigh's chest.

He's done, you know, he's had sex with people before, just uh. Never managed to get to this point. He mighta tried a couple things on his own, but he's grateful for the slower. There's a faint flinch and then relaxing when he slides in, and he lets his breath out slowly, hand loosening a little in his hair.

He doesn't want to hurt Chuck. Not like this, at least. A few traded blows in a fight, a spar in the kwoon, that's one thing. This is another.

So he stays slow, easing himself in until he's flush to Chuck's hips with a jagged groan of pleasure.

Fucking hell, it's good. Better than good.

He slides an arm around Chuck, working it under his upper back so he can keep him close, dog tags clicking against each other.

"Christ you feel good," he breaths, hips starting to work in a steady rhythm.

Yeah yeah 'pound him until he can't speak' Chuck could kick his ass a few times in the kwoon. Later.

"Nnhg!" That was a sound, not an attempt at a word. Really. Chuck tightens his grip in Raleigh's hair again, briefly, body jerking up to meet his. The slow easing slide just kinda draws out the stretch, giving Chuck time to get used to it.

So it turns out a dick's a little bigger than a couple fingers at a time.

"Yeah," he pants back, curling up against Raleigh's torso. HIs voice hitches as they start to move and he wraps his legs around the backs of Raleigh's legs for better leverage.

Sure. Kick Raleigh's ass. Whatever you say, Chuckles.

"Fuck," he hisses, head dipping down because dammit - Chuck's doing that hair thing again and it's going to make Raleigh's hips thrust a little because Jesus Christ, that's good.

The pace is slow, steady - methodical. He's making sure Chuck's used to it before he really pounds him into the mattress, because, you know - that whole not wanting to hurt him thing.

Stop calling him chuckles

Chuck laughs breathlessly at Raleigh's clear lack of control when it comes to his hair, but if it makes Raleigh feel better the sharper thrusts sort of knock the breath out of him for a moment. He's getting more confident the more used he gets to this which means he's going back to being mouthy.

"That why you let your hair grow so it looks like this?" he pants in Raleigh's ear with a smirk curving against his skin. "Just want someone to grab a hold and yank?" (And then he'll be a little shit and pull it hard right then).

Raleigh doesn't want to, but he groans, shoulders shuddering as his hips jerk a little when Chuck tugs sharply on his hair. Fucking hell, Hansen. Raleigh's never going to live this down, and he's about 90% sure it's going to be used against him if this is anything other than a one night stand.

"Don't be fucking stupid," Raleigh growls, rolling his hips sharply, burying himself deep. "It's not that long."

Long enough, but not that long.

He could use a haircut though but whatever.

The groan practically in his ear has Chuck laughing breathlessly with his head back and maybe taking pity on Raleigh and easing up on the grip of his hair.

But yeah he's totally going to use this against him.

"Longer'n some," he grunts, breathless for a different reason now (fuck that's a deep stroke, Chuck's hips are jerking to meet Raleigh's without Chuck's strict instructions).

Chuck might not let him cut it for a while.

Raleigh's own hands are creeping up and tangling in Chuck's, his back arching as his mouth finds Chuck's ear, teeth coming down on tender flesh. He only backs off when Chuck loosens that hold a little, hips pulling back barely before thrusting deep, again and again.

He's going to keep that pace up for a while, because he's after some revenge.

"Not that long," he repeats, breath still hot and damp against Chuck's ear.

He shouts out when the teeth close down on his ear, nails digging into Raleigh's shoulder and scalp. The next noise that leaves his throat is a little uh, needier than he'd like, high and drawn out.

"Yeah 'sfine," he pants, voice rough and slurred. He might be about ready to agree to just about anything as long as Raleigh keeps up that pace.

"Mmph." He can't argue about that right now - not at all, because Chuck tugging even a little is making him whimper the tiniest bit.

Chuck's voice makes it hard for Raleigh not to lose his shit right here, but he's not ready yet. He has to slow down a little, teeth finding that ear again before he mouths at Chuck's neck, tongue flicking against sweaty, slightly salty skin. Chuck's fucking sexy as hell with those noises and while they'll probably eventually prove to be Raleigh's undoing he wants more of them, so he frees a hand up to slide between them so he can wrap it nice and tight around Chuck's cock, stroking with his movements.

Chuck does let out a string of curses when there's a grip on his dick again, it's too fucking soon

and yet not soon enough

it is okay for him to not have made up his mind okay.
Chuck yelps again, surging up against Raleigh's body. He's still letting out a curse or two as his legs tighten around his waist and his body's outright shaking again with the effort of holding back. He curls up to press his forehead against Raleigh's shoulder with another groan, back curving.

Another whimper escapes in nearly a whimper against Raleigh's sweat-slicked collarbone, possibly resembling a name.

Chuck surges up and Raleigh scoops him in close with his arm, the other slowly, casually stroking.

"Say it," he begs, keeping Chuck close, hot bodies pressed skin to skin, flush against one another, "say my name."

To emphasize he thrusts hard, deep, pushing himself to Chuck's limit, groaning with the effort.

"Say it!"

"Jesus," Chuck hisses, scrabbling at Raleigh's back hard enough to make sure he'll feel it later. Oh but wait, wrong name.

"Fuck you Raleigh," he groans. He curls his fingers around the small of his waist and curses some more against his skin but he's obeying. "Raleigh," he groans into his shoulder, repeats it and follows each one with a sharp bite over his shoulder and up his neck. "Raleigh Rahhleigh--"

It's a good thing he doesn't make it to his ear when he comes because Raleigh might have ended up deaf in that ear for a little while. Chuck just ends up screaming hoarsely into the side of neck, body writhing/

He relishes every stinging mark that Chuck gives him and rewards him with rough thrusts, hard strokes to his dick, sharp bites to skin and ear.

His name on Chuck's lips does him in and fucking hell its convenient because Chuck is screaming and Raleigh is pumping away and losing himself in it, voice hoarse and shouting when it finally overtakes him.

He's left spent and sticky and sweaty, shaking over Chuck as he just sort of... Hovers there for a bit while he catches his breath and tries to reorient himself again.

If the blowjob had Chuck's eyes rolling back into his head, this orgasm has him literally too breathless to speak even to make a snarky commentary on something like Raleigh's ego, if he could even gather cohesive words or make a noise that isn't some sort of whimper.

He's still holding onto Raleigh's back, legs still looped around his waist, but he's relaxing slowly. In a few more minutes he'll be sprawled out underneath him. Can't quite manage to unwrap his arms just yet though, one hand's at the nape of his neck and brushing the short light hairs there in gentle circular tracings.

The only movement that Raleigh can actually handle right now is sliding free, tugging the condom off with the towel that still sat off to the side, and tossing it all off to the side.

Otherwise, he's a little heavy on Chuck, his face pressed to the younger mans shoulder as he panted softly against damp skin.

Fuck. Fuck.

Chuck's touch lulls him into an even better afterglow and he groans a little, exhaling a pleased sigh.

Yeah no that's fair, Chuck can really only manage the sort of movements that involve sort of lazy nuzzling or a weak kind of flop.

He breathes into Raleigh's neck, taking in his smell in a way that's totally not weird or creepy. There're no words yet, nothing he can actually manage to say that he'll blame on exhaustion, but there's a sleepy nuzzle and a yawn and maybe a press of his cheek to Raleigh's head.

It's not too bad. He should probably be annoyed by how heavy and sweaty and sticky Raleigh is on top of him. He can't really be bothered to care right now.

Raleigh's grip around him tightens a fraction and it's a little possessive, a little needy. He's entirely reluctant to let go but he knows that Chuck's got to be hot and Raleigh needs a shower. Now.

But it can wait at least a little longer because Raleigh enjoys the afterglow, the moment right after really, really great sex where you're lying in bed with your lover and everything is just fucking perfect in the world, or at least - he can pretend it is, anyway.

He'll move in a minute, really.

Actually, Raleigh can go ahead and take his time with the whole 'moving' thing, Chuck's relaxed and comfortable (in an uncomfortable way but it's bearable) and anyway the least Raleigh could do is wait until he picks his brain back up.

"If that's 'end of the world' sex, I think it needs to end more often," he slurs into Raleigh's hair, easily pressing into the possessive grip.

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